Time Mages

Day 113, creeping.  Seven days until the pact is over.

My accomplice has returned, the Outfit has stated its plans and rings have formed around my eyes.  In a state of emergency, I've posted a desperate cry for help at the local tavern.  I doubt any one will answer my call, considering I'm requesting the assistance of Time Mages.

Time Mages are a rare thing.  It takes years of hard study to bend time at will and even more years to perfect it.  Then, finding one who has the skills plus the experience is pert near impossible!  However, it seems I need a Time Mage more than anything to help me finish my checklist that blocks my path in traversing the Hill.

Keeping in mind that Time Mages are as about as common as ducks that can breath fire, I've minded to shining the metals.  One way or another, I'm going to have to attempt a few steps up the slopes this week before the pact ends.  I cannot fail at the pact.  So, I've taken what tools I've got and cleaned, sharpened, waxed and whatever else I can do to perfect them.  

I suppose next week I will be able to see if my efforts were in vain.  If I'm not off towards my journey, then I'm doomed.  

I'm too busy to write any more.  If a Time Mage does come to my aid, I'll attempt to reverse time and write a little more...